"You must not be so nervous." "Oh! I wish I had never come on this dreadful voyage!" Mr.Carr wished the same on behalf of the nervous man, but he said nothing.

The mate soon went back on deck, where he found plenty to do, as one of the storm sails had blown off the bolt ropes and another canvas had to be bent on.

Captain Spark had sent Bob below, as it was risky for any one but an experienced sailor to move about the constantly sloping deck.
That night was one of terror.

First the storm seemed to abate, and then it began again with redoubled violence.

Once the _Eagle_ was almost on her beam ends, but skilful handling brought her once more up into the teeth of the wind and she rode the waves lightly, like the gallant craft she was.
The nervousness of Mr.Tarbill increased.